Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Can,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.